Sir Albert the Egghead
Sir Albert the Egghead was in an arena
somewhere 'tween Frisco and Old Pasadena
Determined to joust with the best of the knights
who'd ever assembled near Frisco to fight
He rode in on a sleek thoroughbred, oh so gallant
Awaiting his chance to show off his great talent
When into the picture a-ripping and raring
Roared Hal the Computer on a steed with eyes glaring
Now Sir Albert the Egghead was deft with a sword
Many a foe, brave and worthy, he'd gored
But Hal the Computer was stealthily stealing
Sir Albert the Egghead's plot to be dealing
A deadly steel thrust into Hal's data system
To render Hal helpless, unless he would miss him
Yet the brainiac foiled Albert's dastardly plot
And cracked the Egghead's brain-shell in two with a bot
What's the point of this story? --to tell you straight out
That machines can joust better than us, there's no doubt!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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